Cloud Envy

Carefree; high above

Floating lazily through the sky

Just going where the wind carries it

Seeming content in it's existence

It has no need to hurry

No concept of time

Or places it needs to be

It simply is and nothing more

"We're going to be late"

Snapping me out of the moment

One last glance upwards, I realize

I suffer from cloud envy

Reviews

[Monster ^.^]

I liked how you indirectly attacked "dislike for responsibilities" by negatively defining men's busy lives and relating this into the personification of the cloud.